"Oh Jen!" Rosa cried when she heard the news. She took Jen into her
arms. "Thank
you for bringing her home," she said to Race.
"No problem ma'am," said Race.
"Please call me Rosa,"
"Rosa," Racetrack kissed her hand. "I best be goin' now, I got papes ta sell,"
"Of course," Rosa led Race to the door. "Thanks again." Rosa shut the door and looked over at Jen. Her face was tear stained and it was red. "I'll go talk to Mrs. Moore," said Rosa. "Will you be alright in here?" Jen didn't answer. Rosa sighed. "I guess you won't be serving at the dinner tonight,"
* * * * *
"Mrs. Moore?" said Rosa, knocking on the door.
"Yes Rosa?" Rosa gulped as she opened the door.
"Ma'am, there's been an accident," Mrs. Moore looked up at Rosa.
"What kind of an accident?"
"Well, on the way home from the grocery store, Mrs. Higgins was..." Rosa lowered her head. "A horse ran over her ma'am," Mrs, Moore's hand flew to her mouth.
"No, not Angela! She was our finest." Mrs. Moore lowered her head. Rosa got the impression that she was crying. Rosa slowly turned around and left the room, running into Mr. Moore as she left.
"You might want to go in there sir," Rosa said to him. Mr. Moore entered the room.
"Dearest, what's the matter?" Mr. Moore tried to comfort her.
"Nothing," Mrs. Moore's head snapped up. "We just lost one of our servants, that's all." Mrs. Moore looked angry.
"Oh, don't worry," said Mr. Moore. "We can just get a replacement."
"It's not that James," said Mrs. Moore. "She left us her orphan."
"Mrs. Higgins?" asked Mr. Moore.
"Yes." Mrs. Moore spat out disgustedly. "We can't just throw her out in the street, it'll ruin our reputation. But she's a waste of our money since we'll have to pay her,"
"That's true," said Mr. Moore. "We'll just have to look for reasons to fire her. We'll make her serve at the dinner tonight."
"What good will that do?" asked Mrs. Moore.
"She's probably still upset about her loss. If we make her work when she's still upset, she's liable to foul up something." said Mr. Moore.
Rosa gasped from the outside door where she was listening.
* * * * *
"Jen?" Rosa knocked on the door to Jen's room that she had shared with her mother.
"Go away Rosa," said Jen.
"Jen, I'm sorry to tell you this, but the Moore's are demanding that you serve tonight," Rosa said. Jen looked up.
"Don't dey know-"
"They know everything Jen. And now that you're an.orphan, they don't want anything to do with you."
"But-"
"They are only keeping you here because they don't want to ruin their appearance to society."
"Den why-"
"And they're looking for any excuse to fire you." Rosa finished. "I'm sorry Jen." Jen looked at Rosa.
"I guess I have no choice den huh?" Rosa shook her head. "A'right den, I'll woik." Jen got up from the bed and started to walk out the door, but Rosa stopped her.
"You might wanna clean up a bit," Rosa pointed to a mirror behind her.
* * * * *
"Mr. Moore, the Meyers' are here," said the butler.
"Thank you," Mr. Moore nodded at him. The butler left the room.
"Oh he's here!" Lynn started jumping up and down.
"Lynn darling, you'll ruin your dress!" Mrs. Moore exclaimed.
"Sorry mother," Lynn stopped jumping up and down.
Meanwhile downstairs, the Meyers' were sitting in the parlor.
"Are you nervous dear?" Mrs. Meyers asked her son.
"Y-" he started to say.
"Of course he's not!" Mr. Meyers proudly stated. "Why would he be Hannah?"
"Thomas, I can tell when my son's nervous,"
"He doesn't look-"
"Would you guys stop talking about me as if I weren't here?"
"Sorry Aaron dear," said Mrs. Meyers. "It's just that your father-"
"Ah Thomas, it is good to see you again!" a voice called out. Mr. Moore walked downstairs.
"James!" Mr. Meyers said. Aaron watched the two men for a while, but his attention was distracted by a noise behind him.
"Hurry, Mrs. Moore's already mad enough!" Aaron turned around to see a girl about his age and a another woman that looked about twenty, walk past him quickly. They were dressed nicely and Aaron assumed that they must be the Moore's daughters.
The younger one stopped a moment and stared at him. She had long brown hair, halfway past her back and glittering green eyes. Her gaze locked on Aaron's.
"Hurry up!" Rosa called out. Jen was snapped from her thoughts.
"Sorry," said Jen. "Why did Mrs. Moore want us ta wear dese stupid dresses anyways?"
"Jen, everything for them revolves around their position in society." Rosa sighed.
"Meanin'?"
"They want to appear wealthy enough to clothe their servants nicely too," said Rosa.
"Dat's stupid," said Jen looking back at the boy. "Hey Rosa, I'll be der in a minute, I'm goin' back ta da room for a second,"
"All right but hurry up, remember what I told you about Mrs. Moore." Rosa warned Jen. Jen smiled at Rosa.
"I'll on'y be a second," Jen turned and walked back to her room.
Aaron watched Jen as she walked away from the girl and he decided to follow her.
"May I be excused for a minute?" he asked his parents and Mr. Moore.
"Of course," said Mr. Moore. "We'll be in the dining room if you need us."
"Thanks," Aaron took off after Jen.
Because of the way she was dressed, he had assumed that she must be Lynn. He followed her to a small room. She turned to close the door and gasped when she saw him.
"I'm sorry," said Aaron. "I didn't mean to frighten you," Jen relaxed.
"Dat's okay," said Jen.
"I'm Aaron," said Aaron as he lifted her hand to his lips. Aaron looked at Jen. She had dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders and sparkling green eyes that matched the dress that she was wearing. I guess she's not so bad after all, Aaron thought.
"I'se Jen," said Jen.
"You're not Lynn?" Aaron asked somewhat disappointed.
"No, thank gawd," Jen replied. "Lynn 'as blond hair and a high squeaky voice dat annoys me. She's real annoyin, but now dat she's engaged, she's been avoidin' me pretty much, which 'as made my life a whole lot easier." Aaron smiled nervously. "All she tawlks 'bout is how happy she's gonna be ta get away from all of us and stuff, it's annoyin'. Da guy she's marryin' must be real stupid ta.." at that moment Jen seemed to realize who Aaron was. "Oh gawd, I'se sorry sir," but Aaron just smiled.
"Don't be," he said. "it's been awhile since I've talked ta someone like you'se,"
"But.." Jen was confused. "I thought dat."
"Yes, I am engaged ta 'er, I ain't dat happy 'bout it meself; I was a newsie before now." said Aaron. "Dey cawled me Mush."
"Mush," Jen seemed to recover from her shock. "I likes it," she said.
"Well I'se better get ta da dinin' hall, do you'se know where dat is?" asked Mush.
"Yeah, dis way," Jen walked Mush to the dining hall.
"There you are Aaron dear," said Mrs. Meyers walking up to them. "Is this Lynn?" Mrs. Meyers gestured to Jen.
"No, I'se Jen," said Jen. "I woik for Lynn," Mrs. Meyers gave Jen a look of disgust.
"Oh," she said.
"I'll see you later Jen," said Mush. "Nice meeting you,"
"Likewise," said Jen. "You too Mrs. Meyers," Jen walked off towards the kitchen.
"Wish I could return the compliment," said Mrs. Meyers. "How did she know my name?"
"We do have the same last name mother," said Mush. "according to Jen, Lynn has been parading around the house announcing our engagement,"
"Why shouldn't she?" asked Mrs. Meyers. "I don't want you making friends with the servants. We're from a higher class and."
"So was I mother, you seem to forget my past," Mush protested.
"Yes, but that was quite a different case my dear," said Mrs. Meyers. They walked over to the table where Lynn had just sat down.
"Hi Aaron," Lynn said. Mush cringed. Jen had been right about the high squeaky voice.
"Hello Lynn," Mush kissed Lynn's hand. Lynn giggled. Nothing at all like Jen, he found himself thinking. He wanted to slap himself. He shouldn't be thinking about Jen. He was engaged.
A few minutes later, Jen and a few other servants brought in the food. Mush's eyes followed Jen as she served Lynn and they stayed glued on her as she walked to the corner of the room with the rest of the servants.
"Aaron?" Lynn asked. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking," he said. He started eating.
Jen was watching Mush as he ate. Every once in a while Mush would look back at her with his dark brown eyes.
"Dose gorgeous eyes," Jen said quietly, but not quietly enough.
"What?" asked Rosa.
"Oh nothin'," said Jen.
"Whose gorgeous eyes?" asked Rosa. She followed Jen's gaze over to Mush. "Lynn's fiancé?" Rosa laughed. "You better watch out Jen, it looks to me like Lynn's fond of him and she has the advantage."
"Oh shaddup Rosa," said Jen. "Hey, where d'ya think dat da newsies would be stayin' at?"
"I have a cousin who's a newsie, I think he stays at a place called the Newsboys Lodging House," Rosa said.
"Da title kinda gives it away don't it?" asked Jen. She and Rosa laughed quietly.
Mush looked up at Jen. She was laughing at something along with another girl. He watched Jen and had realized that she was very pretty. But he had also sensed that from the tone she used while talking to her that something was troubling her.
Jen noticed Mush staring at her and tried to appear as if she didn't notice.
"Rosa, I'm gonna ask you'se a big favor," but Rosa had known Jen all of her life and knew what she was about to ask.
"Yes Jen," Jen looked surprised. "Yes I'll do your dishes tonight so that you can go find Race at the lodging house."
"You'se known me too long Rosa," said Jen.
"Since you was three," Rosa said. "about eleven years ago. Gosh, your fourteen already?" Jen nodded.
"Is it a'right if I leave now?" asked Jen.
"Yeah, sure," said Rosa. "I can handle Lynn's plate too. Be sure to put on a coat!" she called after her.
* * * * *
Jen walked through the streets of Manhattan looking for the lodging house with no luck. She found herself at the grocery store where her mother was killed. Jen walked into the middle of the street and knelt down where her mother had been and started sobbing.
"Miss are you'se okay?" a familiar voice asked. Jen looked up.
"Racetrack?"
"Jen?" Race knelt down next to her. "Are you'se okay?" Jen started crying again and Race took her into his arms. "C'mon, you're comin' wid me ta da lodgin' house." After a few minutes Jen stopped crying.
"Race, how did you'se find me?"
"I was at Sheepshead Races an' on me way back ta da lodgin' house and I hoid you'se cryin' so I'se came ova ta see what was goin' on," said Race. "Well, here's da lodgin' house," Race led her inside and into the bunk room where the Manhattan newsies were playing poker.
"Hey Race, who's yer new goil?" asked a boy that had a patch over his eye.
"She ain't me goil Blink," said Race. "I helped her taday an' a few minutes ago, I found her in da streets."
"Hello sweetface," said Blink walking over to her and kissing her hand.
"I'se Jen,"
"Jen," Blink smiled. "Lemme introduce ya ta da rest of da boys. Dat der's Jack Kelley, he's da leadah, an' dat's Boots, Specs, Crutchy, Dutchy, Snoddy, Skittery, Snipeshooter, Snitch, Jake, Bumlets, Itey, Pie Eater, and Swifty."
"What 'bout me?" asked a voice.
In the doorway stood a boy that was dressed like the rest of the newsies, but he was carrying a black cane with a metal top, and a slingshot. Behind him where several other newsies. The one that Blink called Jack walked over to him and they spitshook.
"I repeat, what 'bout me?"
"Jen, dis is Spot Conlon, leadah of da Brooklyn newsies. Spot, dis is Jen." said Blink. Spot walked up to Jen and kissed her hand.
"Dese are some of my newsies," said Spot pointing to the newsies behind him. "Dat's Mona, me best friend, Rails an' his goil Spades, Eels, an Iron an' his goil Flame."
"Nice ta meet ya," Mona said to Jen.
"Likewise." said Jen. Then she turned to Race. "Is der someone dat lives here who goes by 'Mush'?"
"Mush?" asked Race. "We ain't seen much of him lately. But he's goil crazy so he prolly found anudder goil and is stayin' wid her for a while,"
How true dat is, Jen thought smiling.
"Wanna play pokah?" asked Spot.
"No thanks," said Jen.
A few hours later, it was dark and Jen was still at the Newsboys Lodging House, mainly talking to Race.
"Well, awl I kin remember is dat I was runnin' away from me family 'cuz dey woiked for a really rich family an' I hated doin' da woik,"
"What's yer real name?" asked Jen. Race looked embarrassed.
"It's.Anthony Higgins," Jen's eyes widened.
"A...Anthony Higgins?" Jen repeated. Race nodded.
"Don't laugh," Race looked at Jen.
"Oh my gawd Race!" Jen hugged Race, but Race was bewildered.
"Jen what in da woild.."
"Race, me brudder is Anthony Higgins!" then it seemed to dawn on him.
"Jen, you're my.."
"Sistah!" Jen cried as they embraced again.
* * * * *
A/N: Yes, yes I know. Predictable huh? Sad...very sad...but as I said, I wrote this in the 8th grade! Looong time ago! Anywho...please please please review!
"No problem ma'am," said Race.
"Please call me Rosa,"
"Rosa," Racetrack kissed her hand. "I best be goin' now, I got papes ta sell,"
"Of course," Rosa led Race to the door. "Thanks again." Rosa shut the door and looked over at Jen. Her face was tear stained and it was red. "I'll go talk to Mrs. Moore," said Rosa. "Will you be alright in here?" Jen didn't answer. Rosa sighed. "I guess you won't be serving at the dinner tonight,"
* * * * *
"Mrs. Moore?" said Rosa, knocking on the door.
"Yes Rosa?" Rosa gulped as she opened the door.
"Ma'am, there's been an accident," Mrs. Moore looked up at Rosa.
"What kind of an accident?"
"Well, on the way home from the grocery store, Mrs. Higgins was..." Rosa lowered her head. "A horse ran over her ma'am," Mrs, Moore's hand flew to her mouth.
"No, not Angela! She was our finest." Mrs. Moore lowered her head. Rosa got the impression that she was crying. Rosa slowly turned around and left the room, running into Mr. Moore as she left.
"You might want to go in there sir," Rosa said to him. Mr. Moore entered the room.
"Dearest, what's the matter?" Mr. Moore tried to comfort her.
"Nothing," Mrs. Moore's head snapped up. "We just lost one of our servants, that's all." Mrs. Moore looked angry.
"Oh, don't worry," said Mr. Moore. "We can just get a replacement."
"It's not that James," said Mrs. Moore. "She left us her orphan."
"Mrs. Higgins?" asked Mr. Moore.
"Yes." Mrs. Moore spat out disgustedly. "We can't just throw her out in the street, it'll ruin our reputation. But she's a waste of our money since we'll have to pay her,"
"That's true," said Mr. Moore. "We'll just have to look for reasons to fire her. We'll make her serve at the dinner tonight."
"What good will that do?" asked Mrs. Moore.
"She's probably still upset about her loss. If we make her work when she's still upset, she's liable to foul up something." said Mr. Moore.
Rosa gasped from the outside door where she was listening.
* * * * *
"Jen?" Rosa knocked on the door to Jen's room that she had shared with her mother.
"Go away Rosa," said Jen.
"Jen, I'm sorry to tell you this, but the Moore's are demanding that you serve tonight," Rosa said. Jen looked up.
"Don't dey know-"
"They know everything Jen. And now that you're an.orphan, they don't want anything to do with you."
"But-"
"They are only keeping you here because they don't want to ruin their appearance to society."
"Den why-"
"And they're looking for any excuse to fire you." Rosa finished. "I'm sorry Jen." Jen looked at Rosa.
"I guess I have no choice den huh?" Rosa shook her head. "A'right den, I'll woik." Jen got up from the bed and started to walk out the door, but Rosa stopped her.
"You might wanna clean up a bit," Rosa pointed to a mirror behind her.
* * * * *
"Mr. Moore, the Meyers' are here," said the butler.
"Thank you," Mr. Moore nodded at him. The butler left the room.
"Oh he's here!" Lynn started jumping up and down.
"Lynn darling, you'll ruin your dress!" Mrs. Moore exclaimed.
"Sorry mother," Lynn stopped jumping up and down.
Meanwhile downstairs, the Meyers' were sitting in the parlor.
"Are you nervous dear?" Mrs. Meyers asked her son.
"Y-" he started to say.
"Of course he's not!" Mr. Meyers proudly stated. "Why would he be Hannah?"
"Thomas, I can tell when my son's nervous,"
"He doesn't look-"
"Would you guys stop talking about me as if I weren't here?"
"Sorry Aaron dear," said Mrs. Meyers. "It's just that your father-"
"Ah Thomas, it is good to see you again!" a voice called out. Mr. Moore walked downstairs.
"James!" Mr. Meyers said. Aaron watched the two men for a while, but his attention was distracted by a noise behind him.
"Hurry, Mrs. Moore's already mad enough!" Aaron turned around to see a girl about his age and a another woman that looked about twenty, walk past him quickly. They were dressed nicely and Aaron assumed that they must be the Moore's daughters.
The younger one stopped a moment and stared at him. She had long brown hair, halfway past her back and glittering green eyes. Her gaze locked on Aaron's.
"Hurry up!" Rosa called out. Jen was snapped from her thoughts.
"Sorry," said Jen. "Why did Mrs. Moore want us ta wear dese stupid dresses anyways?"
"Jen, everything for them revolves around their position in society." Rosa sighed.
"Meanin'?"
"They want to appear wealthy enough to clothe their servants nicely too," said Rosa.
"Dat's stupid," said Jen looking back at the boy. "Hey Rosa, I'll be der in a minute, I'm goin' back ta da room for a second,"
"All right but hurry up, remember what I told you about Mrs. Moore." Rosa warned Jen. Jen smiled at Rosa.
"I'll on'y be a second," Jen turned and walked back to her room.
Aaron watched Jen as she walked away from the girl and he decided to follow her.
"May I be excused for a minute?" he asked his parents and Mr. Moore.
"Of course," said Mr. Moore. "We'll be in the dining room if you need us."
"Thanks," Aaron took off after Jen.
Because of the way she was dressed, he had assumed that she must be Lynn. He followed her to a small room. She turned to close the door and gasped when she saw him.
"I'm sorry," said Aaron. "I didn't mean to frighten you," Jen relaxed.
"Dat's okay," said Jen.
"I'm Aaron," said Aaron as he lifted her hand to his lips. Aaron looked at Jen. She had dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders and sparkling green eyes that matched the dress that she was wearing. I guess she's not so bad after all, Aaron thought.
"I'se Jen," said Jen.
"You're not Lynn?" Aaron asked somewhat disappointed.
"No, thank gawd," Jen replied. "Lynn 'as blond hair and a high squeaky voice dat annoys me. She's real annoyin, but now dat she's engaged, she's been avoidin' me pretty much, which 'as made my life a whole lot easier." Aaron smiled nervously. "All she tawlks 'bout is how happy she's gonna be ta get away from all of us and stuff, it's annoyin'. Da guy she's marryin' must be real stupid ta.." at that moment Jen seemed to realize who Aaron was. "Oh gawd, I'se sorry sir," but Aaron just smiled.
"Don't be," he said. "it's been awhile since I've talked ta someone like you'se,"
"But.." Jen was confused. "I thought dat."
"Yes, I am engaged ta 'er, I ain't dat happy 'bout it meself; I was a newsie before now." said Aaron. "Dey cawled me Mush."
"Mush," Jen seemed to recover from her shock. "I likes it," she said.
"Well I'se better get ta da dinin' hall, do you'se know where dat is?" asked Mush.
"Yeah, dis way," Jen walked Mush to the dining hall.
"There you are Aaron dear," said Mrs. Meyers walking up to them. "Is this Lynn?" Mrs. Meyers gestured to Jen.
"No, I'se Jen," said Jen. "I woik for Lynn," Mrs. Meyers gave Jen a look of disgust.
"Oh," she said.
"I'll see you later Jen," said Mush. "Nice meeting you,"
"Likewise," said Jen. "You too Mrs. Meyers," Jen walked off towards the kitchen.
"Wish I could return the compliment," said Mrs. Meyers. "How did she know my name?"
"We do have the same last name mother," said Mush. "according to Jen, Lynn has been parading around the house announcing our engagement,"
"Why shouldn't she?" asked Mrs. Meyers. "I don't want you making friends with the servants. We're from a higher class and."
"So was I mother, you seem to forget my past," Mush protested.
"Yes, but that was quite a different case my dear," said Mrs. Meyers. They walked over to the table where Lynn had just sat down.
"Hi Aaron," Lynn said. Mush cringed. Jen had been right about the high squeaky voice.
"Hello Lynn," Mush kissed Lynn's hand. Lynn giggled. Nothing at all like Jen, he found himself thinking. He wanted to slap himself. He shouldn't be thinking about Jen. He was engaged.
A few minutes later, Jen and a few other servants brought in the food. Mush's eyes followed Jen as she served Lynn and they stayed glued on her as she walked to the corner of the room with the rest of the servants.
"Aaron?" Lynn asked. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing, I was just thinking," he said. He started eating.
Jen was watching Mush as he ate. Every once in a while Mush would look back at her with his dark brown eyes.
"Dose gorgeous eyes," Jen said quietly, but not quietly enough.
"What?" asked Rosa.
"Oh nothin'," said Jen.
"Whose gorgeous eyes?" asked Rosa. She followed Jen's gaze over to Mush. "Lynn's fiancé?" Rosa laughed. "You better watch out Jen, it looks to me like Lynn's fond of him and she has the advantage."
"Oh shaddup Rosa," said Jen. "Hey, where d'ya think dat da newsies would be stayin' at?"
"I have a cousin who's a newsie, I think he stays at a place called the Newsboys Lodging House," Rosa said.
"Da title kinda gives it away don't it?" asked Jen. She and Rosa laughed quietly.
Mush looked up at Jen. She was laughing at something along with another girl. He watched Jen and had realized that she was very pretty. But he had also sensed that from the tone she used while talking to her that something was troubling her.
Jen noticed Mush staring at her and tried to appear as if she didn't notice.
"Rosa, I'm gonna ask you'se a big favor," but Rosa had known Jen all of her life and knew what she was about to ask.
"Yes Jen," Jen looked surprised. "Yes I'll do your dishes tonight so that you can go find Race at the lodging house."
"You'se known me too long Rosa," said Jen.
"Since you was three," Rosa said. "about eleven years ago. Gosh, your fourteen already?" Jen nodded.
"Is it a'right if I leave now?" asked Jen.
"Yeah, sure," said Rosa. "I can handle Lynn's plate too. Be sure to put on a coat!" she called after her.
* * * * *
Jen walked through the streets of Manhattan looking for the lodging house with no luck. She found herself at the grocery store where her mother was killed. Jen walked into the middle of the street and knelt down where her mother had been and started sobbing.
"Miss are you'se okay?" a familiar voice asked. Jen looked up.
"Racetrack?"
"Jen?" Race knelt down next to her. "Are you'se okay?" Jen started crying again and Race took her into his arms. "C'mon, you're comin' wid me ta da lodgin' house." After a few minutes Jen stopped crying.
"Race, how did you'se find me?"
"I was at Sheepshead Races an' on me way back ta da lodgin' house and I hoid you'se cryin' so I'se came ova ta see what was goin' on," said Race. "Well, here's da lodgin' house," Race led her inside and into the bunk room where the Manhattan newsies were playing poker.
"Hey Race, who's yer new goil?" asked a boy that had a patch over his eye.
"She ain't me goil Blink," said Race. "I helped her taday an' a few minutes ago, I found her in da streets."
"Hello sweetface," said Blink walking over to her and kissing her hand.
"I'se Jen,"
"Jen," Blink smiled. "Lemme introduce ya ta da rest of da boys. Dat der's Jack Kelley, he's da leadah, an' dat's Boots, Specs, Crutchy, Dutchy, Snoddy, Skittery, Snipeshooter, Snitch, Jake, Bumlets, Itey, Pie Eater, and Swifty."
"What 'bout me?" asked a voice.
In the doorway stood a boy that was dressed like the rest of the newsies, but he was carrying a black cane with a metal top, and a slingshot. Behind him where several other newsies. The one that Blink called Jack walked over to him and they spitshook.
"I repeat, what 'bout me?"
"Jen, dis is Spot Conlon, leadah of da Brooklyn newsies. Spot, dis is Jen." said Blink. Spot walked up to Jen and kissed her hand.
"Dese are some of my newsies," said Spot pointing to the newsies behind him. "Dat's Mona, me best friend, Rails an' his goil Spades, Eels, an Iron an' his goil Flame."
"Nice ta meet ya," Mona said to Jen.
"Likewise." said Jen. Then she turned to Race. "Is der someone dat lives here who goes by 'Mush'?"
"Mush?" asked Race. "We ain't seen much of him lately. But he's goil crazy so he prolly found anudder goil and is stayin' wid her for a while,"
How true dat is, Jen thought smiling.
"Wanna play pokah?" asked Spot.
"No thanks," said Jen.
A few hours later, it was dark and Jen was still at the Newsboys Lodging House, mainly talking to Race.
"Well, awl I kin remember is dat I was runnin' away from me family 'cuz dey woiked for a really rich family an' I hated doin' da woik,"
"What's yer real name?" asked Jen. Race looked embarrassed.
"It's.Anthony Higgins," Jen's eyes widened.
"A...Anthony Higgins?" Jen repeated. Race nodded.
"Don't laugh," Race looked at Jen.
"Oh my gawd Race!" Jen hugged Race, but Race was bewildered.
"Jen what in da woild.."
"Race, me brudder is Anthony Higgins!" then it seemed to dawn on him.
"Jen, you're my.."
"Sistah!" Jen cried as they embraced again.
* * * * *
A/N: Yes, yes I know. Predictable huh? Sad...very sad...but as I said, I wrote this in the 8th grade! Looong time ago! Anywho...please please please review!